A knock on my door woke me from my sleep. I moved my head up, my hair a mess. "Come in." I groaned and Stiles wrapped his arms tighter around my waist. And yes, we were fully clothed.

Natalie's head popped through the door with a smile. "Honey, there's a man by the name of Derek Hale here to see you." My eyes popped out of my head and I straightened up, Stiles' head falling into my lap. He didn't seem to mind and he kept sleeping. After all the stuff that had happened in the Glen Capris, I really needed some rest to heal and recover. Stiles had whined because he 'didn't need any' and yet as soon as we got in bed, he cuddled up to me and was out like a light.

"Could you please send him up?" I asked.

"He's already here." She told me, the door opened wider to reveal and awkward looking Derek.

"Oh!" I said, making a noise of surprise.

"I'll leave you to it." She smiled once more before leaving. Derek entered the room, closing the door awkwardly as he moved the the foot of my bed.

"You're alive." I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "So what were you doing when Scott, Isaac, Boyd and I were trying to kill ourselves?" I questioned in an accusatory tone.

"Are you gonna get out of bed?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Can't." I replied simply with a shrug and he looked at me confused. "Stiles is sleeping in my lap." I told him, but didn't let him say anything about it. "You didn't answer my question."

"I was healing. I took a pretty big fall."

"And I took quite a lot of medication." I countered and he sighed.

"I know," he shuffled his feet awkwardly. "I'm sorry."

"I know." I smiled at him. "You couldn't have done anything. I do like to watch you squirm, though." I teased and he rolled his eyes, but a smile came upon his face.

"So, I'm taking it that I'm forgiven?" He asked and I nodded. "And I'm assuming he's forgiven." He nodded his head towards Stiles.

"Yes, I've forgiven him." He nodded.

"As long as it makes you happy, but if he hurts you again. I'm gonna bury him alive." His morbid statement was accompanied by a sarcastic smile before he made his way back over to the door. "I'll see you later, Rori."

"See ya, Der-bear." I said with grin as he rolled his eyes and closed the door behind him.

...

Stiles and I walked up to Scott. Stiles held up the crime tape for me and I got to my tip toes and kissed his cheek before ducking under it. He blushed and followed me. "You know, you were interrupting a wicked date."

"By wicked date, do you mean you were watching Lord of the Rings?" Scott teased.

"No," Stiles scoffed. "We were watching the Hobbit movies which would then lead into Lord of the Rings."

...

"Two missing-" Scott told the Sheriff who quickly interrupted him.

"Hang on, hang on. They were both in the car?"

"No, dad, they're trying to tell you that it was two separate kidnappings, okay?" Stiles corrected. "Two doctors, both gone."

"So whose car is this?" He asked.

"Dr. Hilliard, the on-call doctor." Melissa told him. "The E.R. attending is the one that never made it in."

"Let me just focus on getting your story first, all right?" John said, turning to Melissa who nodded.

"Yeah." She agreed.

"Boys-"

"And girl." Stiles interrupted, pointing towards me. I chuckled when his dad rolled his eyes.

"Boys and girl, give us a second." We nodded and walked away from the pair.

"These are definitely sacrifices, right?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Stiles began. "It's the one Deaton mentioned, Healers."

"What about Danny?" Scott questioned. "He threw up mistletoe. That's not a coincidence, and if he hadn't been with Ethan, he probably would've died. Danny's not a healer."

"I..." Stiles began, but trailed off when his gaze landed on his dad. "Can you hear that?" He pointed over to them. Scott turned to look at them and listened in.

"They found a body."

...

My head rested in my arms with Stiles' hand linked with one of my own as we waited for the substituted since Mr. Harris has 'vanished'. The sound of a book slamming against a desk made me spring up. I went to rub my eyes but realised I still had Stiles' had in mine so I just ended up pressing our hands against my face. He let out a laugh and I let it go with a blush. He leant over a pecked my temple softly.

"Good morning." Miss Black greeted as she stood at the front of the class. "As you all know, Mr. Harris is still missing-I mean, sick." She corrected herself quickly. "Anyway, I'm filling in while we all hope and pray for a more qualified substitute to take my place." She trailed off awkwardly and I smiled. "Okay, so let's get started, shall we?"

Stiles leant backwards to talk to Scott. "Hey, my dad said that the E.R. attending wasn't strangled but did die from asphyxiation, they just don't know how." My brows furrowed in confusion.

"Do you think the on-call doctor could still be alive?" Scott asked, referring to Doctor Hilliard.

"I don't know..." Stiles replied. "But, there's got to be at least 20 other doctors in that hospital...at least, you know? Any one of them could be next." Scott nodded before his phone vibrated suddenly. He leant down so Miss Blake couldn't see him as he answered.

"Hey, doc." He greeted. "Sorry, I'm in class right now. Can I call you back later?"

"Unfortunately, no." Deaton told him. "I honestly thought I might never have to burden you like this, but I'm afraid, at the moment, you're my only hope. I'm going to be taken. I need you to find me." This was the end of their conversation as Deaton had hung up.

"Doc, doc, doc, doc? What's happening?" Scott questioned into the phone, but it was of no use. (a/n: idk why he said doc so many times tbh)

...

Scott, Stiles and I stood in the Vet Clinic. Scott had left school almost as soon as the call was over. Stiles called his dad, telling him about Deaton. We waited for the period to end which no more than 10 minutes before we followed Scott. Stiles was leant against a wall, his arms wrapped around my waist as I leant into him. "All right," The Sheriff came over, putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. "We're doing everything we can. Right now, the best thing you can do is go back to school." He send him a sympathetic smiled before turning away from us.

Scott nodded towards the Cat Clinic area. We walked in and he closed the door behind us. "We have to tell him." He spoke, looking towards Stiles who bent forward, squinting slightly at him in disbelief.

"You mean, like, tell him, tell him?" Stiles questioned. "Or tell him something else that isn't telling him what I think you want to tell him?"

"You know what I mean." Scott replied, blankly.

"You remember how your mum reacted? She didn't look you in the eye for like, a week."

"And she got over it," Scott countered. "And...and it actually made us closer." But Stiles didn't look convinced.

"I don't know, dude." He sighed. "I mean, look at him. Come on, he's completely overwhelmed as it is."

"He's overwhelmed because he has no clue what's happening." Scott said, making a good point. " He's got people dying in his town, the town that he's supposed to protect, and it's not his fault that he doesn't know what's happening. He's gonna find out sooner or later."

"Stiles," I said, my voice piping up for the first time in their conversation, I frowned at him sympathetically. "As much as I love you, Scott's right. I mean, it would be so much easier on him to finally understand what's going on."

"Yeah, but is now really the right time?" He asked, looking me in the eyes.

"What if not telling him now gets someone else killed?" Scott said, drawing Stiles' attention to him.

"What if telling him gets him killed, huh? I mean, okay, look, I get that Deaton's been like a father to you. I get that, okay? But this is m-Scott, this is my actual father. I can't..." He made a sound of distress and my hand was immediately on his back, rubbing soothing circles through the plaid fabric. "I can't lose both of my parents, all right? Not both of them." I stopped and moved to stand in front of him, cupping his cheeks in my hands.

"Stiles, I know how you feel, believe me." I told him as I ran my thumbs up his cheekbones, knowing that if I had the chance, I would do everything I could to protect my parents if they were still alive. "And yes, telling him could definitely put him in danger, I won't lie to you. But Scott and I will do anything to protect your dad. Stiles, I've been through that pain and I would do anything to make sure you don't experience it as well." I then put a small smile on my face as I began to try and lighten the mood. "You can also tell him we're soulmates."

A smile twitched on the corner of his lips and he breathed a deep sigh. "You're right." I sent him an encouraging smile as my hands dropped from his face to his shoulders. "I'll tell him."

"And we'll help you." I told him and he smiled at me, bending down to press a gentle kiss for my forehead. He pulled back and linked our hands as we walked out of the small, cage filled room.

We were all surprised to see Ms. Morrell talking to the deputy and Stiles' dad. "Please, whatever you need, however you can help find my brother."

"Will you excuse us for a minute?" John asked and she nodded. "Thank you." He walked off with his deputy by his side. Morrell stared after them for a moment before she walked over to us.

"Listen closely, the three of you." She looked in between us. "No sheriff, deputy, or Detective is going to be able to find him."

"You don't have to ask us for help." Scott told her.

"Actually, I'm trying to help you," She corrected. "Because, if you're going to find my brother, then you need to use the one person who might actually have an ability to seek out the supernatural."

My eyes widened and I hit Stiles lightly in the stomach with the back of my hand. He looked down at me as I looked up at him. "Lydia." I stated and his face turned into one of realisation.

...

Stiles and I walked into the locker room, thankfully for us, Lydia tells me way too much about how her favourite place to take boys is the Coach's office which seems super weird to me but hey, at least it came in handy. "Is there a problem?" Lydia asked when Cora stood in her way of leaving since she'd pulled the fire alarm.

"Yeah, Derek would like to kindly ask you to stop seeing Aiden, which means that if I catch you with him again, I'm not going to pull the fire alarm. I'm going to pull your tongue out of your head." I glared at the girl and tried to restrain myself from doing the exact same to her.

Lydia scoffed. "Sweetheart," She began. "My last boyfriend was a homicidal lizard, so I think I can handle a werewolf." Stiles took this time to text Scott that we'd found Lydia whilst I held myself back from clapping and cheering her on. I didn't exactly 'approve' of her relationship with Aiden but it was awesome to see her standing up for herself. Lydia went to leave but Cora grabbed her wrist tightly. I could see the discomfort and nervousness in her eyes. "Let go." She was silent for a moment but Cora didn't budge. I stalked towards the pair, my eyes and body glowing.

"R-Rori." Stiles spluttered with wide eyes, reaching out to grab me but I slipped from his grip.

"Hey!" I spat and Cora turned to me with a smirk which dropped once she saw my unequivocally pissed off expression. "She asked you to let go. Now, I'd suggest you do so," I threw her a fake and sarcastic smile. "Or I'll pull your tongue out of your head."

...

Stiles slammed a box on the lab table we were gathered around in an empty classroom. Lydia and Cora were sat next to each other, whilst Stiles and I stood in front of them. "A ouija board?" Lydia questioned skeptically.

"Also called a spirit board," Stiles added. "And it's worth a shot."

"A shot in the dark." She sassed.

"Could you just try it, please, okay?" He unpacked the box, putting the board on the countertop. "Let's not forget who this is for...Scott's boss," Stiles put the planchette on the board. I noticed it the facing the wrong way so I quickly turned it upright. "The guy who has saved our collective asses on more than one occasion.

"Oh, wait, should we all do this?" Cora questioned.

"Yeah, yeah." Stiles answered as Lydia mockingly placed her two hands on it along with Stiles, Cora and I. I had to lean over, bending one knee and resting my elbows on the table. "You guys ready?" Stiles asked.

"Yeah." Lydia said in a whisper.

"Yes." Cora droned with a roll of her eyes. Stiles turned to me.

"Ready." I told him and he nodded.

We lapsed into silence for a moment before Stiles began, "Where's Doctor Deaton?" Again it was silent. Stiles, Cora and I eyed Lydia who looked at us with wide eyes.

"What?"

"Aren't you gonna answer it?" Stiles asked.

"Oh! I don't know the answer." She told us. "I thought we were asking some sort of spirit."

"Well do you know any spirits?" Cora quizzed.

Lydia pointed to Cora in disbelieved as she eyed Stiles and I. "Is she for real?"

...

Stiles had Deaton's keys hanging from his finger by the keyring. "Okay," he began, "these are Deaton's keys for the clinic."

"And what exactly are we doing with them?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We're going to get you to close you're eyes, and Stiles is gonna put 'em in your hand, and then we're just gonna try and see if you can 'feel out for his location'." I explained, putting my fingers up in quotation marks. "His words, not mine." I nodded my head to Stiles.

"It's called psychometry." He added.

"I'm not a psychic." Lydia retorted, holding a finger up.

Stiles stared at her for a moment. "You're something, okay!?" He burst suddenly, making me jump and put a hand on his upper arm. He tried to calm down for a second. "Just, Lydia, put out your hand." She did as he asked.

He lowered the keys into her hand and she flinched. We all leant in inquisitively. "What is it?" I asked eagerly.

"They're cold." Lydia pouted. Stiles stared at her angrily, his eye looked like it was about to twitch.

"Lydia concentrated, please? Trying to save lives here," he begged then whispered. "For the love of God." She closed her eyes. I smirked and grabbed his hand which was resting on the table, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles.

"You need to calm down." I told him gently and he just flailed his free hand in Lydia's direction as she basically fondled the keys. Then, her brows furrowed. We leant in once more.

"Yeah, what is it? What do you see?" Stiles asked.

"Nothing." She replied. Cora leant back and I leant my head on Stiles' shoulder with a sigh.

...

Stiles held a pencil in front of Lydia's face. "Automatic writing..." Lydia stated suspiciously and Stiles nodded. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it and took the yellow pencil.

We watched her, intrigued as she ran the pencil along the paper. The lead scratching as it went.

"Lydia, what are you doing? What-what the hell is that?" Stiles said once we realised she was drawing instead of writing.

"A tree." She answered innocently.

"A tr..." He repeated, trailing off and staring at me in disbelief before he turned to Lydia once more. "Lydia, you're supposed to be writing words, like in sentences, something like a location, something that would tell us where he is." I squeezed his hand.

"Well maybe you should have said that." Lydia responded.

"Isn't she supposed to be some kind of genius?" Cora asked.

"Genius? Yes." She turned to the paper again. "Psychic, no." She continued drawing. "Honestly, I don't know why you're even bothering with me anyway. I mean, especially since it's obvious you should be talking to Danny."

Stiles and I perked up. "Why?" I asked.

"Because." Scott announced suddenly. We turned to him as he stood in the doorway, holding a hand to his presumably wounded shoulder. "Last night, he was a target. But it wasn't a sacrifice."

A/N:

WOOOO FLUFFY STORI IS BACK BITCHES HECK YEAH!

Also Cora and Rori don't seem to be great mates rn

x Clara